In case one's forgotten, gnomish dave's the primitive who when on Skins's island a few years ago, had a really interesting job as night clerk in a small isolated motel in a remote area of rustic Maine; if he'd displayed some motivation, he probably could have written some Stephen King or Alfred Hitchcock type short stories based upon his experiences there.

He's also the one who's left no stone unturned in his attempts to get a ticket for the disability gravy-train, an upholstered swivel chair in the parlor car where a black man in a white uniform brings over trays of drinks and treats.

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davidthegnome (3152 posts) August 6, 2018 at 8:43 am

Social frustrations.

I just spent a week with my family at a time share my parents have every other year. It was a rather cramped affair with 9 people, three beds and a pullout couch. I was hesitant to go because, while I enjoy Bar Harbor and the ocean in particular… I am not much of a person for crowds. Bar Harbor, the beach, and the condo I was at… all felt really crowded.

The heat and humidity were miserable, I spent a good portion of the time finding any spot at all where I could be alone to read.

Now I am home. My sister’s, between the three of them have eight children downstairs who have been running amok through the house and messing up my bathroom. Only two of them are related to me.

I don’t know if I am just weird, but this is really frustrating for me. I love my family, my sister’s and my nieces – and kids in general. This is just too damn much though. It feels ridiculous, but I am in my room avoiding all of them so I don’t freak out.

Anyone else ever feel this way? Like… I don’t know, like you’re constantly surrounded by way too many people and just want a nice cool place under a rock?

Psychologist tells me I have general anxiety, social anxiety and agoraphobia, in addition to PTSD and bipolar 2. So I guess it makes sense.

My worry is that I am just getting progressively worse. A few years ago, I would have been fine with all of this, but now I am a grown man hiding from children. Ugh.

Maybe I should just go all in. “Get off my lawn you punks!”

Maybe gnomish dave needs to simply go out and get a job, where one deals with the public a great deal.

He'd not only be bringing in enough dough to go out and get his own place--he's in his mid-thirties--but it would cure him of his "social anxiety" and other problems, so-called. Nothing like having to constantly confront people builds up self-confidence.

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I just spent a week with my family at a time share my parents have every other year. It was a rather cramped affair with 9 people, three beds and a pullout couch. I was hesitant to go because, while I enjoy Bar Harbor and the ocean in particular… I am not much of a person for crowds. Bar Harbor, the beach, and the condo I was at… all felt really crowded.

The heat and humidity were miserable, I spent a good portion of the time finding any spot at all where I could be alone to read.

Now I am home. My sister’s, between the three of them have eight children downstairs who have been running amok through the house and messing up my bathroom. Only two of them are related to me.

I don’t know if I am just weird, but this is really frustrating for me. I love my family, my sister’s and my nieces – and kids in general. This is just too damn much though. It feels ridiculous, but I am in my room avoiding all of them so I don’t freak out.

Anyone else ever feel this way? Like… I don’t know, like you’re constantly surrounded by way too many people and just want a nice cool place under a rock?

Psychologist tells me I have general anxiety, social anxiety and agoraphobia, in addition to PTSD and bipolar 2. So I guess it makes sense.

My worry is that I am just getting progressively worse. A few years ago, I would have been fine with all of this, but now I am a grown man hiding from children. Ugh.

Maybe I should just go all in. “Get off my lawn you punks!”

Anyone want to bet those eight children will grow up and move out of the house and into the world on their own getting on with life before davidthegnome does?

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It was a rather cramped affair with 9 people, three beds and a pullout couch. I was hesitant to go

You knew damn well what you were getting into, and you still went, not thinking things through, like your psychologist has told you; you and your multiple disorders. You had no business subjecting those 8 other people to a loon like you. Were they aware of your many diagnoses? This could have turned into a gruesome Stephen King novel there in Maine, with you doing God-knows-what to your family. Now go hide under your rock, and like OnG says, etch your name on it.